In July 2016, Governor Terry McAuliffe appointed Tim Seibles to the position of poet laureate of Virginia. Seibles is the author of five poetry collections: Fast Animal (Etruscan Press, 2012), Buffalo Head Solos (Cleveland State University Press, 2004), Hammerlock (Cleveland State University Press, 1999), Hurdy-Gurdy (Cleveland State University Press, 1992), and Body Moves (Corona Press, 1988). He lives in Norfolk, Virginia, where he teaches at Old Dominion University.

Katherine E. Young, the author of Day of the Border Guards (University of Arkansas Press, 2014), was appointed the poet laureate of Virginia's Arlington County in 2016.

upcoming events

Jul 23 2016
from these pages: restore and renew

Explore the theme of restoration and renewal along with local and national artists who will read aloud or perform their stories, poems and music.

Cash bar and farm-to-table nibbles available for purchase. Register in advance online or just show up at 8pm for the show (you might want to come early to grab a delicious farm-to-table dinner, too).

Call 703-470-1121 for more information. 

8:00pm to 10:00pm
616 North Main St
24540 Danville, Virginia

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Virginia poet laureate

Tim Seibles

Tim Seibles is the author of Fast Animal (Estruscan Press, 2012), a finalist for the 2012 National Book Award.


I’m older than my father when he turned
bright gold and left his body with its used-up liver
in the Faulkner Hospital, Jamaica Plain.  I don’t 
believe in the afterlife, don’t know where he is 
now his flesh has finished rotting from his long 
bones in the Jewish Cemetery—he could be the only 
convert under
Just past dusk I passed Christiansburg,
cluster of lights sharpening
as the violet backdrop of the Blue Ridge
darkened. Not stars
but blue-black mountains rose
before me, rose like sleep
after hours of driving, hundreds of miles
blurred behind me. My eyelids
were so heavy but I could see
far ahead a summer